Chapter 64
Sansa's Pov
Psychopath!
He was a heartless, selfish Alpha. He was only concerned with himself. He did whatever he wanted, no matter how much it hurt the other person. That wasn't his problem.
I was in hell; every second was unpredictable; what would his next move be, and what would he do to me? What if he forced me to do something I didn't want to do?
How close would he pull me next time?
My mind was trembling from the thoughts, and I wanted to put an end to them before anything bad happened between us.
I might have left Logan to save his life, but I was still loyal to him, and I needed to save myself from Xavier to do justice to Logan.
My steps became faster as I walked away from Xavier, who had just shown me his dark, devilish side, which shook my soul.
When the sun rose, the birds were awake and singing a melody in the jungle; the sky was bright, but I saw my future as dark. I had lost everything, including my dreams, and the only thing that remained was hope, which I was also losing.
THUD!!!
A sound from behind brought me to a halt. I didn't want to face that psychopath again, but my curiosity forced me to.
The prideful king, the respected leader, and the strongest Alpha of the Oak pack were laying on the ground helplessly like a wounded puppy.
I did not want to help him as he made my life miserable, so I turned away from him to leave him helpless. I didn't want to help him in any way.
But my mind had a different take on the situation. Nobody was around, and I had a good chance to end his life for my freedom and for Logan, who might be waiting for me.
My gaze shifted to the knife, which was one step ahead near my feet; the heavens were with me, I reasoned, he was unconscious, and I had the weapon.
I never believed in fate, but that day, for the first time, I felt lucky; the situation was in my hands, and I could choose whether to kill him or just spear his life.
We promised not to leave each other until our last breath, to grow old together, our hearts were bound, and we both never accepted anyone other than each other. We were a perfect match, but my cruel life wouldn't let me live the way I wanted. A peaceful life with my first love, Logan.
I was living in hell just to protect Logan; I would have given my life for him, that's how much I loved him, but Xavier took advantage of my situation and threatened me about Logan to control me.
I picked up the small, blood-splattered knife he had dropped on the ground a few minutes earlier. My steps were taking me inexorably closer to him.
When he lost sight of me when I was nearby, I felt powerful for the first time in his presence. Killing him was the best way for me to reclaim my freedom.
I'd never murdered anyone before. My hands were shaking, my entire body was numb, and my heart was racing like a bullet train that refused to stop at stations.
My mind flashed back to how he had threatened Logan and forced me to accompany him, how he had manipulated me to pose as his wife, and how he was still threatening me.
I made it clear to myself that Alpha was the only way out of hell. by remembering everything and not allowing my emotions to take over. That motivated me enough to erase all of my fears and hesitations in the blink of an eye.
I knelt, raised a knife, and stabbed it into his stomach while silently crying. The blood was pouring uncontrollably all over the place. He was still alive.
I hoped he was in pain so I could make him even more miserable. Because one attack was insufficient to kill the psychopath Alpha, I decided to stab him until he stopped breathing.
I wasn't a monster, and I never liked killing anyone, but killing him saved my life, and I knew I'd never get another golden opportunity like that again.
I stabbed the silver knife in the same spot and twisted it deeply to inflict more pain on him. He was constantly losing blood. I wish he would never be able to heal. As I was attacking deeply, I wished he had died by my third attack.
I was about to stab the sliver knife for the third time when I felt goosebumps all over my body, and the most dangerous scream sent shivers down my spine. My body was frozen as I searched for the danger behind me.
I took the risk to gauge how much trouble I was in at the time. A huge black wild bear, a terrifying creature with red, crystal-shining eyes, was slowly approaching me.
I stood up in shock, tightening my grip on the knife, terrified because I had never seen such a large wounded bear before, and fresh blood was pouring from his fresh wound all over its body.
Another louder scream from the wild creature sent my heart racing for a few seconds as huge flocks of birds flew away from the trees in the bright sky.
I wanted to give Xavier a painful death. At the time, I was at the top of the list of miserable deaths. Every second brought me closer to death. My brow was drenched in a cold sweat.
I had no choice but to flee into the terrifying jungle. When the wild bear was right behind me, using its long, sharp claws to make me its victim or food, I was breathing heavily.
I had spent my entire life running to secure a short life in which I could live happily, but my dream had not come true as I was surviving every stage of my cruel life.
I turned my head to look at the wild creature that had gotten too close to me and raised its claw to attack me. Someone suddenly pushed me away in that direction, and I fell badly. The knife landed a few feet away.